Our Possession

3

"Oh good, you're up"

Louis looked over at the source of the noise, and wiped the stray tears from his cheek.

Eyes green enough to see from anywhere in the large room stared at Louis, making him squirm under the dull gaze but not look away from the exquisite male.

"How are you feeling?"

Dark lips moved slower than his words, creating slurred sentences. Brown hair was just past shoulder length, brushing gently up against the lapels of his suit as he turned more to face Louis. His pronounced jawline seemed to tick as Louis hadn't given him an answer in probably well over a minute.

"I-I," was all Louis managed to let out before he went into a coughing fit.

The adonis got up from the chair, making his way towards Louis with his very long legs and prominent frown which seemed to be a trademark expression of his. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed a glass of water, handing it over to Louis quickly.

Louis drank a generous amount of water and only set it down upon feeling a sudden flash of pain, as his body took the honor in reminding him of his disgusting hangover.

"My head hurts a lot... What happened last night?" Louis grimaced as the throbbing in his skull only grew.

"Well, what do you remember?" the man said, picking up a bottle of pain relievers from the nightstand and setting the proper amount onto Louis' hand.

"I remember leaving my house to go to a party," Louis took the pill and rubbed his forehead as if that would make his memory come back faster.

The adonis just hummed in response and continued to look down at Louis with his overwhelmingly green eyes. After a minute full of awkward silence while the man processed his thoughts, he explained "well you did end up going to the party, you just- ran into some bad people."

The vagueness of his description did nothing to raise panic; at the time Louis was honestly just glad to not be in an alleyway.

"Thank you," Louis mumbled against the rim of the glass as he took a sip.

The man seemed to frown more. "For what?"

"Well... You saved me didn't you?"

"I guess you could say that." The man rubbed the back of his neck and sat down on the bed.

Louis glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall in the attempt to avoid eye contact.

"It's 3 in the afternoon! I have to be home, my Dad will kill me," Louis gasped out, pushing the thick blankets back and rushing out of bed, but certainly not before getting his limbs tangled in the sheets and pitifully falling onto the floor.

The adonis picked Louis up and set him back onto the bed, grumbling, "you can't move so quickly, you still have the drugs in your system."

At such a close view, Louis couldn't help but notice inked skin peeking through the man's sleeves. One specific swirly S over the back of his hand caught Louis' attention (a specific swirly S that symbolized everything his family didn't stand for, to be exact).

Just as Louis realized the predicament he was in, the man seemed to catch on as well, consciously tugging down his sleeves.

"Listen, I-I should go, my Dad is probably worried sick about me right now," Louis said, feeling around his body for his phone and quickly noticing that it was gone.

"You're not going home, Louis."

Louis crossed his arms and bit on his tongue, forcing the tears that welled in his eyes not to fall. "Why not?" he forced out, frustration audible in his voice, "my Dad is just going to come and take me back anyway so why don't you make this easier and just let me go now?"

The adonis just gave him an amused smirk. "You seriously believe that your Father will come and successfully retrieve you? From us?"

Louis nodded slowly, glancing around the room for anything to use as a weapon against the psychopath.

"Your Father wouldn't be able to get you back even if he tried his hardest."

He gripped onto the curve of the glass cup.

"and if he does try then he's up for a rude awakening-"

Louis threw the remaining water at the man's face and hit him over the head with the glass, making a run for it towards the door.

Louis' heart was beating so quickly that he could hear it, and as he sprinted, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Louis was almost going to make it, but then his body decided to remind him of his crippling pain and he fell onto the floor just in front of the door. Louis resulted to helplessly reaching for the door handle, the tips of his fingers only grazing the knob.

"Son of a bitch!"

Louis raised myself with one arm and quickly opened the door, dragging himself out of the room. Rough fingers gripped onto his waist as the man carried him over his shoulder.

"I think you're misunderstanding our arrangement here," he said, voice dripping with venom as he hauled Louis back onto the bed, laying above him and pinning the boy's wrists above his head. Tender muscles protested at the sudden rough treatment, making Louis let out a pathetic whine.

"I bought you, you are mine," he seethed, a vein bulging out of his neck, "and there is nothing that your p*ssy of a Father can do about that, so get used to it, Baby Doll."

The tears Louis attempted to push back were now flowing down his cheeks. "Who are you?" he whimpered, looking up into angry green eyes and failing at trying not to appear as terrified as he was.

"My name is Edward Styles. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."